4UMA

ATTENTION! IN THE PLAYER - 5 SONGS!



    Musical terrorists from Saint-Petersburg "4UMA" (PLAGUE) were formed in 1997, but styles and participants of collective varied and only 2005 the group at last has found the unique stylistics, and final structure. After the edition of the first number album in 2006 creativity of collective has been noticed and estimated by the largest labels, leading musicians and mass media. In creation of an album accepted speed up such people as: sound-producer Anssi Kippo ("Children Of Bodom", "Entwine"), Stewart ("Amatory"), and also participants of groups "The Peace to Children" and "War of Poets". "4UMA" (PLAGUE) - one of few alternative groups noticed on waves of "NASHE RADIO" and radio "MAXIMUM", on "RAMP-2006" the group has been presented in five nominations, on "S.P.A.M. Awards-2007" to three. The clip on a song "Nowhere to go" to be on air of two tv-channels "O2" and "A-ONE" (a total audience more than Fifty millions). The group actively acts both with solo concerts and at festivals. At present the group is completely completed and to be in full alertness to storm of tops of an alternative stage. "4UMA" (PLAGUE) is a strong lyrics and uncompromising sounding.
    The cover of an album is crowned with the image of the Bird-axe, a boomerang which by all means comes back to you in a head.



     To prepare for the edition the English-speaking version of an album. We accept the offer on release. Songs for two future full albums are already created.
!!! 4UMA (PLAGUE) INVITES TO COOPERATION !!!



The Earth
Greetings to you,
Greetings to Mother Earth.
Let me inside -
Guide me from death to birth.
Shall you unchain my hands?
Shall you wash away my tears?
Explain how to live? No.
So hold me inside your dreams!
Greetings to Mother Earth,
I'm here, I'm on my way.
Guide me for what it's worth.
Rise me up, wake me up again.
Cover me in your soil
Steal away my breath.
Soon the new one will come -
Guide him ahead to
Death!



What else?
Don't stop that - the sun is drifting
Death-birds - are off the ground.
Sea-foam - the waves are crashing.
And wind blows all around.
Wind blows all around.
Stars falling - and leave no traces
Game drive - cradle of fear.
The month's gone - so did the year.
The time faded -
And someone has said, that
Raeppasid I,
Raeppasid I.
Disappear.
Disappear.
What else? What else?What else? What else?What else? What else?What else? What else?
I'm tired of haunting the freemen
Tracking them down by their glory
And dirty drops of the semen -
Am I inside?
Am I buried?



Coridors
My coridor spaces are free
There's only us you and me
In the dark
If you're afraid of the dark
So don't ask me to lead you out
It's birth place of my dreams
My ego is wondering round
From ashes to ashes
From laughter to sorrow
Now I'm alive
But maybe tomorrow.
My coridors hide your mistrust
You're frightened and so free
But it's no longer us
And something that was me
And something that was me.